Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Her fingers are threading through my hair. She must be thinking about what to ask for next. So many options. I mean, I’m literally sitting at her feet, at her command. She squirms a little, adjusting her position and pushing her hips forward so she can lean back. I know what’s coming, but still, when the words come out of her mouth, it thrills me. “Lick me.”
That’s all she says.
It’s not specific enough. And if Mercer was here with us right now, he’d force her to say more. But I’m not going to spoil her moment. For all I know, it took a lot of courage to utter those two words.
I lick her thigh, kissing it as I continue to drag my fingertips up and down her leg. She shudders a little when I move my head a little closer to where she really wants my mouth.
Say it, Nova. Say it.
She clears her throat. Like she’s working up to the next command.
But then there they are. The words I want to hear.
“Lick my pussy.”
They are soft words. And when I look up and meet her eyes, she’s blushing.
God, I want to talk to her.
I want to fill this room with filthy words. I want to tell her to dream big. Ask for all the things, because this power is temporary.
Mercer is the one who is really in control.
But I stay quiet because that’s what Mercer wants.
She’s not the only one under his spell.
I turn my head and she opens her legs just a little bit wider. Her pussy is glistening and pink. I lean forward, mouth open, then close it around her opening. Both of her hands grab my hair, pulling it now. I eat her out. Licking her and swirling my tongue up against her sweet spot.
She’s going nuts under me.
One week of deprivation put her here. It’s driving her crazy and I know she’s close. But she seems to have forgotten that she’s in charge. That she can ask for more.
So I stop and whisper, “What else, Nova?” encouraging her. “What else should I do?”
It breaks Mercer’s rule, but I don’t care. This is between me and her until he shows up in person.
She hesitates, so I get a moment to study her face. It’s flushed pink. In fact, her entire chest is flushed pink. She’s breathing heavy and her eyes are barely open.
“Come on,” I whisper. “Tell me what to do.”
“Fingers,” she blurts. “Put your—”
I slide a finger inside her pussy before she even gets the whole command out. This makes her buck, her back arching and her hips rising up. Which just gives me more access, so I push my finger in deeper, then pull it back out. I fuck her like this. She’s biting her lip and the most erotic moans are squeaking out of her mouth. She begins to say my name. “Locke.” It’s a whisper, but it’s my name. “Locke.”
“What else?” I prod. “What else do you want?”
She’s so close. There is no hope of her lasting another thirty seconds. Not after the long week of teasing Mercer put her through. Still, she manages to ask. “More. Two.”
I oblige and slide two fingers up inside her pussy the next time I pump forward.
She comes all over them. I don’t think she was planning that, I think she just exploded.
Immediately I am slick with her release. And now that she’s had her first chance at power, I take it away. I lean up, put one hand on the cushion to the side of her hip, and then place my wet fingers against her lips.
She opens her mouth and sucks them.
Eyes closed, but that’s OK.
She’s going at my fingers like they are sugar-covered suckers. She reaches for my hand, holding it in place, and she’s practically shoving my fist into her mouth when the door to the suit opens and Mercer walks in.
She doesn’t startle, but she does open her eyes and pause her licking.
“Don’t mind me,” Mercer says in that low, deep voice of his.
Then he takes his place in the chair near the camera. Out of the shot, but close enough to us to give commands.
“Sit down on the couch,” Mercer says.
He’s talking to me. I take my hand from Nova’s mouth and lean up to kiss her. It’s a nice, long, passionate kiss and it tastes like her pussy. This is not what Mercer told me to do, so I catch a small huff of dissatisfaction behind me.
But I don’t care.
I’m falling in love with Nova Ryan and there’s nothing he can do to stop it now.
I warned him. I told him how I felt about her.
And he didn’t care.
He wanted his game.
So why should I care about his feelings now?
It’s his big weekend, sure. But I’m playing my own game and he damn well knows that.